Tag: fake news

Wow. No need to make “newz” up, folks. Although I wish they’d fill in the blanks. Multiple news outlets are reporting on a bizarre story about a rich couple in the UK who burned their nanny, and were burning the body in their back yard when someone smelled it and wondered if it was “barbecue.”

“Sabrina Kouider, ex-girlfriend of former Boyzone member Mark Walton, was charged with murder this morning after the remains of her nanny were found badly burned in the back of her yard.”

Okay, WHY? The trend today in reporting is to report quick and first, hit you with multiple ads and popups in order read the story, and then move on to the next nutjob. I want to understand the how and why, and what led up to this madness. There are always hidden reasons and motives, developed slowly over time. THAT is the story. But reporters are lazy. They are just looking for eyeballs, viral videos, TMZ stuff, so they can sell you more junk food and prescription drugs (which aren’t allowed on TV in most countries.) Follow the money. Just say NO to poor quality anything, and go HERE to read my interview with the co-writer of the Hall & Oates biography from John Oates titled Change of Seasons. And stay doomed for more, my friends…

lSIS has claimed Kim Jong-un is upset that he can’t claim IT. Kim: “We steak a claim to all hurricanes.” No wait, that’s a Kardashian quote from Twitter. In other McNews, a pre-cog network has been formed within Homeland to anticipate attacks before they happen by reading the minds of all citizens. Working with Apple on face recognition and smart devices that can track everyone’s whereabouts and phone calls, the head of Cyber Force, Calvin College, declared today, “We are joining forces with Scientology to control bad stuff before it happens.” When asked about hurricanes, he declared, “We do anticipate hurricanes happening, unfortunately for Beach Hunters. Regarding Ghost Hunters and the Flat Earth Society, we have no comment. I suggest calling the NBA or Rob Lowe. In fact, I think you can catch Rob at an NBA game.” When asked to stick to the subject, Calvin added, “Maybe you should talk to the White House press secretary or The Mooch.”

It’s 2026, and catastrophe has struck from an unexpected source. The Alpha Centauri supernova has risen like a second sun, rushing Earth toward its last summer. Floods, fires, starvation, and disease paralyze the planet. In a blue aurora flash of gamma rays, all microchips worldwide are destroyed, leaving an already devastated Earth without communications, transportation, weaponry, or medicine. The disaster sets three groups of survivors on separate quests. A militant cult seizes the opportunity to free their leader, known as the Eye of God, from the long-term coma to which a court sentenced her. Three cancer patients also search for a man in judicial sleep: the brilliant scientist—and monstrous criminal—who alone can continue the experimental treatment that keeps them alive. From a far greater distance come the survivors of the first manned Mars expedition, struggling homeward to a world that has changed far beyond their darkest fears. And standing at the crossroads is one man, US President Saul Steinmetz, who faces a crucial decision that will affect the fate of his own people—and the world. AFTERMATH by Charles Sheffield. Required reading in DC Public Schools.

Despite widespread gunfire and social breakdown in Rio, others DO want to host the Olympics. Including Los Angeles. At a high pricetag for an event that has lost billions for everyone hosting IT. Grand Theft Auto Los Angeles for real? “The Games Must Go On!”

New archeological evidence proves that the modern NFL and NHL, as well as NASCAR, began on the floor of Rome’s Colosseum when gladiators sliced and diced each other into bite sized chunks for Growl Mix. That’s the first canned cat (ie. lion) food—while chariots raced around in circles lopping off the heads of anyone who didn’t follow the games. “We all suspected this was true,” says Dr. Alfred Zimmer of the Archeological Society and the IOC, “but we now know from genetic evidence too that ancient and medieval societies live on today in the guise of national sports programs. Not only does this explain the painted faces, the stampedes and riots, and innumerable bar brawls, but it explains the girl you overhear crying on her cell phone as she sobs, ‘You never listen, you’re too busy watching Apple TV…and now what…you’re just going to walk away? That’s typical. I’m just a game to you, and after you score, you change the channel, you stupid, heartless son of a bleep.’” Next up, the connection between tailgate parties and togo parties.

Footnote) Do you have an opinion? No one really cares. Maybe not even your spouse or child. If you’ve just won the Powerball, they will care. A lot. Barring this extreme event, however, you’re pretty much on your own. People believe what they want to believe, mostly. It’s called “Confirmation bias.” The facts really don’t matter. More important, we are told, is body language, social skills, looks, and fitness. Yes, that’s right. Physical fitness. Not mental fitness. If you are a highly educated genius with a 66 pack brain, but look like a slob (or you picked the wrong tie during a bad hair day), people are more likely to believe the sharply dressed Flat Earther or History Channel executive with 6 pack abs. The exception to this is the CEO of Crossfit, who does look like a slob, and couldn’t dress a zombie. But again, that’s the Powerball side of the equation. If you’re rich, short, and bald (but rich) many women will fawn all over you. Some men, too. Research shows that being rich increases the perception of anyone. Take the tech guy at the Apple Event, who came out wearing a wrinkled shirt pulled out of his jeans on purpose. You’re selling very expensive products with high precision and beauty, yet you come out on stage dressed like a homeless guy? That’s a psychological ploy working on a subliminal level: you don’t want to audience to think you believe you’re superior. You want them to think you’re one of them…which you aren’t, because not only aren’t you homeless, but you drive a Maserati. Regarding the bald thing, we tend to believe that bald men are smarter, especially if they have big eyes and small noses. (Source: Riveted by Jim Davies) This is because of the Greys. Not the 50 Shades of Grey guy, but the little shiny guys who abduct people and probe them. Hairless, big eyes, small noses and mouths. It was an invention for a movie, but the image of the Greys haunt people to this day. UFO alien sightings usually describe Greys, although there is absolutely no reason to believe aliens would look like that, in addition to it being a total fabrication in Hollywood. (Aliens are more likely to be machines, as in 2001.) And so we come back to Confirmation Bias. That’s the very human instinct to seek out evidence that supports opinions one already has, while ignoring all evidence to the contrary. If there’s a zombie virus in America, this is IT. But of course that’s Stephen King’s story.

An out of work chemical engineer from Ohio named Jeffrey Clinkscales, after being gassed and bludgeoned for protesting the Wolf of Wall Street’s new book, today tried to fly over Washington DC and drop a payload of “powder” on the Capitol Building. Unfortunately for us all, his Piper Cub was intercepted and blown out of the sky by an $34,000,000 F15 Strike Fighter with an $850,000 Hellfire missile. The F15 subsequently crashed into a house, which was luckily vacant after being foreclosed. Notes from Clinkscales’ lab show that the “powder” in question was a blend of hallucinogen and truth drug he’d nicknamed “pixie dust,” and his experiments with mice had confirmed that it would “loosen the grip” of ennui, stagnation, and stalemate which the politicians on the Hill are experiencing, forcing them to “face the facts” and begin to compromise in this national crisis. Given his failure to seed the greedy, and the fact that the DEA destroyed all remaining powder and the formula for its creation, Congress and the Super Duper Committee raising the Debt Ceiling to the moon are once more deadlocked, and instead of compromising they have lowered a screen on the rotunda stage, and are now watching the movie Never Give An Inch, starring Henry Fonda. Ushers are serving popcorn, high fructose soda and beer, while hired movie theater cleaners prepare to scape the sticky remains off floors and seats. In other McNews, Peak Oil doomsayers are rumored to be investing in gold as hackers pretending to be police call Do-Not-Call Listers and Equifax victims for donations to their Big Pharma fund project.